Case Closed Book Novels & Stories

The guard hesitated for a moment before speaking. "We've verified the situation, Captain Wesley. There was a car on the bridge when it collapsed. Ms. Erikson was in that car…" He then handed a death certificate and a marriage application to James. James numbly accepted both documents. His eyes widened like saucers when he saw Emily's name on the marriage application. His voice was filled with disbelief as he muttered, "No. No, it can't be. Katherine loves me so much…"

Hey everyone! This is the end of Book 2 - His Deadly Mate and the beginning of Book 3 - His Clever Mate. Book 2 left with open storylines on purpose. These will be resolved between books 3 and 4. I hope everyone enjoys and leave me comments. I do love reading them! *winks*

We are closing this book tomorrow, and I'm so freaking grateful to everyone who has been on this journey with me from book one. Anyways, catch you all tomorrow for the finale! Sincerely, Author Rever.

[ Seducing a married man ] The book will be continued from where She Denied is concluded. Unsigned book isn't visible on the app. You can go to the browser and then check the book 2

He breathed in, held it, and prepared to close the tome—a great book bound in spiralwood and veined with root-glass, the cover kissed by morning dew and lined with Elara’s sigil. But as his hand reached for the cover, he saw it: The final page—blank. Unmarked. Unclosed. Waiting. He frowned, not with anger but with the quiet curiosity of someone who has spent a lifetime listening for what comes next. Never, in all the centuries, had a book of the Archive refused to seal. Every other tome had ended as all tales end: with a final sentence, a pressed mark, a little sigh of ink and memory. But this one would not end.

How did she turn out to be this flexible? "Oh well, I need a drink," I say, dropping my orange lambskin clutch on the sofa before trudging to the kitchen for a glass of Ciroc vodka. I empty a generous amount of the drink into a glass cup and pour it down her throat. After two shots, I discard the cup and drink straight from the bottle, my face squeezing from the burning sensation in my chest. But I still don't feel better. The Name of a certain man still haunts my memory. There's no way It could be another person. After a couple more gulps from the bottle, I turn to walk back into the sitting room and find Maia by the door watching me.

Ethel says before she goes out. Tomorrow and then this will be done once and for all. Can't wait to finish the obstacle much as the thought sends chills to my body. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:"";

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

“I do not know if you came to return them and seek a refund, but we can’t do that because we don’t sell these books anymore. I am about to leave now, so you have to leave first.” “Can I at least get one book?” Zion was already waiting for me to bring a new book home and read it to him before he fell asleep. Leaving without a book wouldn’t seem fair. “I am sorry, the store has closed. I can’t give you any because then I’d have to redo today’s sales, and it is already closing time for me!” She snapped at me, her tone not in any way polite. My teeth gritted, and I turned to leave when she spoke again. “You haven’t taken your books.” She told me, and I stopped and turned to her.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.